over The sKy
Nighttime draws close.
You are so near,
yet so far…
What do you desire?
Who is on your mind?
the silhouette risking life.
Seeing its transparent beauty,
I was lost for words.
If you take to the skies,
I want to be your wings.
No matter how strong the wind is,
they will never break,
the resilient wings.
Someday, I will have them.
We grew up with the same dreams,
on the street blooming with white flowers.
But now…
Race between the clouds,
the silver airship.
I looked up and reached,
but it slipped away from my fingertips,
so small it disappeared.
Amongst the endless clouds,
I wonder where all things are moving towards.
A desired place of tranquility.
The path of the descending angels,
surely leads into my arms.
